You possess the eyes of sin. Yet you tell yourself you are so pure. You do many sinful things repeatedly, but continue to ask for forgivness. But this time, there is no turning back. You should be happy, I am fullfilling your wish for you. Sebastian X OC

I sat far away from the other children in my preschool, hiding under one of the trees in the park as I bawled my eyes out.I sniffed and wiped away at the tears before another tsunami came rushing out. I sniffed again.

Only four years old, and I already knew just how much of a freak I really was.

I hated this. I hated seeing these scary things. I hated being picked on because I had weird eyes. I hated being different.

"Such a noisy child you are," a calm voice scolded lightly.

I sniffed and ignored the voice as I continued to cry. That's when a warm hand was placed on my hand and the person chuckled warmly.

I opened my eyes and sniffed as I glanced up at the person who smiled down at me before he crouched down so that we were on the same eye level.

"A child like you still has so many things to experience, and yet you are already wishing to give up. That is not the right path you should take."

I looked away stubbornly and curled my small, chubby hands into fists at my side. "You no understand," I said with bad child grammar. "No one understands." I wiped my arm across my eyes and sniffed for the final time. "You . . . You don't know anything, Mister!" I exclaimed.

"You should not speak to adults in such a way. It is rude," he said.

I puffed my cheeks out and looked away.

The man chuckled once more and stood up. "I know right now you are angry about being different, but trust me, in the future, you will be glad to be an outsider."

"Why?" I asked angrily.

"Because of the people you'll meet." With that, the man left and I decided to go back to the playground now that my tears had stopped.

~Present Day~

I groaned before my eyes slowly opened and I stared at a foreign room. I sat up groggily, running a hand through my knotted brown hair and glancing towards the window that was blocking the view of the outside with dark purple curtains.

"How long have I been asleep?" I wondered and glanced at my nightstand for the analog clock. It stood beside the pearl lamp and said it was already noon. I overslept.

In front of the lamp, a golden rose was placed gently with a black ribbon tied around the thorny green stem. I reached for the flower and twirled and the stem between my thumb and index finger as I recalled everything that had happened.

My mind kept telling me not to have any regrets, that I had made the right decision, but my heart was still indecisive.

I sighed and climbed out of bed.

(Ciel P. O. V)

"You let her leave with the angel," I growled. "Sebastian! Why had you not stopped her?"

"She gave me an order to never show myself to her again."

"So what?! You should have still gone after her for bloody sake! I will . . ." I gritted my teeth together and clenched my fists tight, my nails digging into the skin of my palms.

An image briefly flashed into my mind of a person I had not thought about in quite some time. A caring woman who risked her life to save me from the darkest period in my life.

My dear aunt, Valerie Phantomhive.

Sebastian still and silent, remained stoic the whole time as I tried to calm myself.

"Do you not care what happens to her?" I asked solemnly as I stared intently at my servant. "Does she mean nothing to you? Have you been deceiving her this whole time?"

My butler was silent.

"Answer me, damn you!" I snapped. "Did you care for her or not?!"

(Emilie P. O. V)

"Even children are here," I whispered as a group of them walked past me, all wearing white. The girls wore the same white sundress I used to wear when I was little, their hair loose and long. The boys wore white shirts and pants, but the tips of their clothing were already stained with dirt from them playing.

I stopped walking and glanced behind me at the children. They seemed happy. They were talking amongst themselves and laughing. They didn't seem hurt or anything. I suppose this cult isn't completely terrible if children are living normal lives.

I continued walking down the outdoor hallway, the large rose garden to my left while many doors stood at my right. The realm had been changed a bit from the last time I was here. I wonder if that is a normal thing, or if Drew did that for me.

My bare feet walked across the cold cement as I approached the room Drew was in. Before entering, I glanced up at the baby blue sky in this realm as a soft breeze blew by.

I wonder what the others are doing right now. I wonder if the guys and Nana are angry at me for leaving them behind. The only ones who wouldn't care are the demons. The only person I took with me was my father, who at the moment, was napping on the top of my head.

I glanced back at the door and knocked before going in. Drew was alone in the room, staring out the window with a far away look in his sapphire eyes. I noticed a picture frame placed face down on his desk.

"Everything is wonderful again," Drew commented before smiling at me sweetly. "The dull grays are all gone."

"Huh?" I asked.

He shook his head and walked over to me, grabbing both of my shoulders in his warm hands. Since my dress was strapless, my shoulders were bare under Drew's touch.

"It's nothing," Drew murmured and stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. "Forget I said anything."

I nodded and something was thrown at Drew, but he dodged it by merely moving his head to the side. I stood confused for a moment, before realizing what had been thrown and who had thrown it.

My chibi father got off my head and floated close to Drew's face, glaring into the angel's eyes. A few seconds of silence later, Drew nodded with a soft laugh.

"I am aware of that," Drew said to my dad. "I will not hurt her like that fowl demon did. And, Blood, it is good to see you are still so overprotective of your daughter."

My dad nodded and flew over to where his tiny scythe had landed, since it had missed Drew's face.

"He mentioned Sebastian, right?" I asked Drew, my heart sinking at the sound of his name leaving my lips, but I fought against that emotion.

He nodded. "He is just as angry at the vile demon as me. Anyone who hurts you, I greatly despise."

I glanced at the floor and pressed my lips together into a line. There was silence in the room for a moment before Drew pulled me into his arms and held me tightly.

"Are you beginning to regret your decision?" he asked sadly.

I didn't answer.

"Emilie, he is nothing but a putrid demon who cares little about you. Even you saw it with your own eyes."

I thought back to that kiss Sebastian shared with that female before hiding my face in Drew's chest as if that would make the memory go away.

"Do you wish to go back to him?" Drew asked.

I shook my head and Drew grabbed my chin between his thumb and index finger. He forced my head up before bringing his lips down to mine and kissing me deeply.

But the kiss was soon interrupted by my father poking Drew's temple with his tiny scythe.

(Sebastian P. O. V)

Alina: "I'm not going back with you until you apologize!"

Emilie: "Sebastian! Never show yourself to me again! That's an order!"

I sighed. She has never changed. Yet, I am glad she has not. Each time she returns, I am glad to see she never changes.

"You let my sister leave?!" Jonathan snapped. "Why the hell?!"

"Remain calm!" Young Master ordered.

"How can I just remain calm!" the human bickered. "What if she's being hurt right now?!"

The young master shook his head. "Andrew would not harm her."

"You never know!"

I remained silent as everyone argued, for I knew the truth. I knew what had to be done, for it was not the first time I had to do such a thing. Emilie, my love, you are so predictable, do you know this? You have pulled this trick every single time you return, though, I do not mind. It is a game I enjoy playing with you.

You are testing me at this moment. You want to see just how far I will go for you.

You want me to prove just how much I love you, just like every other time.

(Emilie P. O. V)

"He had another fit."

"Is Master alright?"

"Do not worry, the Golden Flower is with him."

"Thank goodness she has arrived."

The cult members continued to mutter to each other outside of Drew's room door, not noticing that they were talking kind of loud and I could hear almost everything they were saying.

Drew lay in my arms, panting for air as his latest fit stopped and he tried to even out his breathing. His eyes were shut, and his arms wrapped tightly around my torso as I smoothed out the angel's white locks.

It happened so quickly, and without any warning. Is this what always happens? I've never actually was present when one of Drew's fits occurred. We were just walking through the halls of the mansion, a few members around us when I began to linger behind. That's when Drew suddenly fell to his knees and was gripped by immense pain.

The door to Drew's room opened and in stepped Jade and Myth in their black robes.

"How is he?" Jade asked.

I stared down at Drew sadly. "He seems to be stable now." I glanced back at Jade. "Is this how it always is? No warnings? He just collapses and the pain begins?"

She nodded, her blue eyes fixed intently on me. "It is an extremely deadly curse. He is lucky to have lived this long."

"Drew should be dead by now?" I whispered.

"He should have been dead by the first month, that is how strong the curse is. Yet, he fights for his life, not allowing death to grab him . . . All for you."

"For me?"

"Yes," Jade said. "Master does not worry about himself. Even if his whole body was severely burned by acid, he wouldn't care about himself at all. He would only worry about you and how you would continue on without him. You are the only one he wants. The only one he needs. The only one who truly matters." Jade added the last three sentences a bit bitterly before turning away with Myth. "Come, Myth," she said before leaving the room.

Silence came once more, not even the members who were talking outside of the room just a moment ago had fallen eerily silent.

Drew opened his eyes and released me from his grip as he moved away. He looked so drained and pale, that I feared he was going to relapse at any moment.

"Drew," I began, but he quickly cut me off.

"Jade's right, you know," he murmured.

"You were listening?"

Drew nodded and grabbed my hand, kissing the tips of my fingers gently. "I seem to only worry about you, no matter what happens to me. I am unable to care about anyone else, even myself. You are more important to me, Emilie."

"Still!" I protested. "You should worry about your health, Idiot!"

Drew smiled wearily and pulled me into a warm and loving embrace.

"Does it worry you when I ignore my health?" Drew asked as he rested his cheek on the crown of my head.

I nodded. "It also makes me angry . . . And scared . . ."

"Fine. Then I'll start thinking about myself too, to make you happy."

I remained silent and listened closely to Drew's heartbeat as my head rested on his chest. Just the sound proved how sick he was. His heart sounded weak, as if it were struggling to beat. Unlike a normal heartbeat which beat practically every second, Drew's was much slower and I was amazed he was still able to go on with such a slow beat.

Drew . . .

I glanced up at the dying demon, but he just smiled down at me, trying his best to hide the fatigue in his eyes. That only made me feel sadder and my frown grew.

"Don't give me that expression," Drew said sadly as he tangle his fingers in my hair and pressed my forehead to his. "I want to see you smile, Emilie."

"How do you expect me to do that when you're being put through so much pain?" I whispered.

Drew frowned and opened his eyes to look into mine. "As long as you're with me, I'll be fine, remember? You take the pain away from me. You heal me, Emilie."

"You say that, and yet you collapsed right in front of me."

"That was just because you weren't directly by my side. But, at moments like this, I feel perfectly fine."

I glanced away from Drew's eyes. He nuzzled our faces together before our lips met and my heart swelled.

(Jade P. O. V)

I sighed and glanced over at Myth. I glared at the kitsune who actually thought I cared for him. Who actually thought I considered myself his mother. Ha! As if. The first chance I get, I am throwing this child away. He is useless to me now.

I faked a smile before looking back ahead. "We have work to do," I said.

Myth nodded.

"There is someone who wishes to meet Emilie," I said with a smirk. "Someone she's felt guilty over losing since the day he died."

Ending here. I know, short, but I don't have any ideas at the moment. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, please review and look forward to the next one.

~Alice Michaelis

P. S IMPORTANT NOTE! PLEASE READ! Okay, so I have no idea why I have been having this thought, but I was thinking: What if Emilie had a baby? I don't know why, it was just something I started thinking about while at school (I was pretty bored, obviously.) And I was also wondering, what do you all think? If Emilie had a kid (whether with Drew or Sebastian, doesn't matter, your choice) what would you want it to be? A boy? A girl? Well, now's your chance to tell me because I decided I will have a little poll. The poll is: Should Emilie Have A Baby? Emilie's Baby's Gender and How Many? The poll is already on my profile, but if you can't vote because for some reason, you can just leave your vote in the review section. The choices are:

Boy

Girl

Twin Boys

Twin Girls

Twin Boy And Girl

No Baby

Now, note, this does not specifically mean Emilie will have a baby, I just thought it would be fun to do something like this. Alright, that's all for now. Bye bye!

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